You dragged your sword on the ground, as you inched closer to the man who was tied up and sat on the floor; Blade.
This dispute between the both of you has been going on for way too long. Months, years, centuries, even. How does one go from being sparring partners to mortal enemies?
You were tired of Blade always having the upper hand in everything — but not now. You finally managed to catch him in a moment of weakness; you wanted to get vengeance on your sworn nemesis.
Yet to your dismay, he didn’t even seem to carry an ounce of fear within him. The way he smirked at you — his eyes almost seeming to undress you. Why would he be scared? He was a talented swordsman; a skilled fighter.
It was almost like he enjoyed being put into dangerous situations like these. What a sadistic man, he was.
He opened his mouth and was about to make a comment; most likely try to taunt or tease you. But before he could say anything, you swung your sword near his throat; not quite on it, but near it. He took that as a threat.
“Shut up,” you grunted, “Don’t speak.”